8Ball, MJG, South Circle - All In My Mind lyrics
[8Ball, MJG, South Circle - All In My Mind lyrics]
They told me to come clever
Whatever he don't make, it's on you
So I be who I be, and do what I gotta do
I'm one of the few, the proud and the pimpest
In this business
I be the swiftest when I kick this
As if you didn't know
It's Thorough from that Suave Camp (Ugh)
Best vamp, champ
Or get licked like a mail stamp
Amps and beats
Techniques is what I come with
Gangsters and pimps and ballers is
Who I fuck with
Fuck, nobody's safe when I see
Demons in the mirror wicked as fuck
Feeling like a murderin' killer
Witness, I'm on the defense like Johnny Coch'
Now, give up your things, mister
Before this Glock hit the proper spot
Blocks on phones, they won't
Leave they homes, peeping through cracks
'Cause blacks be coming back from
All that past crap
Strap on your bulletproof vest
And combat boots it's Nigga-Nigga Day
(Ugh) , and this time we gon' bomb on you
Baby-blue eyes, disguise, that's wise
Made me lose my nine-five
Got myself a four-five, i'm
Aiming, spraying
Not playing with their vertebraes
These the murder days
So many niggas must come wicked
We done heard of ways
I see one, two niggas actin' live
Three seconds pass 'fore I
Blast with my four-five
Six shots, seven cops, just to take 8Ball
Nine witnesses reported all the
Shit they recalled everlasting, blasting
Niggas running fast when buckin'
Got 'em ducking
Putting suckers in the past tense
I be the holder of the gat therefore
I shall not run
A psychic couldn't see such a
Feature for my mama's son
Nigga breath taker
The overweight trouble maker
Fake trick breaker, Tennessee earthquaker
Shaking grounds when I'm walking
Smoking fat onion i get lit
Then beat the shit out of Paul Bunyan
Fighting, Clash of the Titans on your dial
I'm gettin blitzed stickin
On medusa doggystyle word, G, you heard me
The wicked bitch served me
Now I'm playing soccer: gotta kick
Her to the curb, g
But she's not with it
Put a spell on the fat mack
I hate smacking hoes but I can't
Help but to go back i sound like a fiend
Every time is the last time
Could this be reality or all in my mind?
(UgH) Spill nines like fluid
Do it like some G's
They know me from Colombian
Streets to Portuguese
(Nigga, how you figure)
I got more scratch than fleas
I got more gats than these
High powered sour niggas
Steady slinging crack to fiends
At ease, take a look at some black G's
Scoping the president
Take over residence like black kings
Stack G's with phat keys
Rats ease on your properties popping
Me for my black cheese
I had a cracker on my scope
And my finger still itching (Bup)
Visions of killing and then
The strap start spitting, hitting
The prez, plottin payback on the devil
A rebel and a mason is what you snakes facing
(Nigga) chasing traders with my data cause
A hater should be caught
And peep game when it's being taught
Ought to picture this, a boss lyricist
Seeing niggas taking shots and them
Same niggas getting hit
Spit the gift and got fam' like Gotti (Ugh)
Hitting her like hobbies
(Hobbies) , killing everybody (Body)
Lift my head, grip the bed
And I check the time
It's all a dream I seen in my fucking mind
Two hundred eighty pounds of hay
Every damn day, I have to test a
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
Breakfast being served by a ho
That look like Jeannie
She grants my every wish and
Keeps a tight-ass bikini
Teeny-tiny as a Barbie Doll summer set
She all up in my house
But I still ain't hit that pussy yet
I gives props to my butler, 'cause he know
That I know on the down-low he's
A chiefin' muh'fucker for you
Now, as I flips through my
Calendar I spots a winner
Involved with three more freaky hoes
Wanna have dinner but, I can't do it 'cause
My schedule just too tight
I just phoned Quincy Jones said
He needs my help tonight
He wanted me to pick the
Strong from the wimps
Them players with them limps and
Make a song called, "We Are the Pimps"
I calls Ball, Ball calls the crew
We met up at the Penthouse, and Paris Round 2
Do you know the code to the fence?
If you don't, then move on
'cause you ain't got no
Home in this residence
It's evident that I'm daydreaming
High all the time
Every last line all in my mind
Whatever he don't make, it's on you
So I be who I be, and do what I gotta do
I'm one of the few, the proud and the pimpest
In this business
I be the swiftest when I kick this
As if you didn't know
It's Thorough from that Suave Camp (Ugh)
Best vamp, champ
Or get licked like a mail stamp
Amps and beats
Techniques is what I come with
Gangsters and pimps and ballers is
Who I fuck with
Fuck, nobody's safe when I see
Demons in the mirror wicked as fuck
Feeling like a murderin' killer
Witness, I'm on the defense like Johnny Coch'
Now, give up your things, mister
Before this Glock hit the proper spot
Blocks on phones, they won't
Leave they homes, peeping through cracks
'Cause blacks be coming back from
All that past crap
Strap on your bulletproof vest
And combat boots it's Nigga-Nigga Day
(Ugh) , and this time we gon' bomb on you
Baby-blue eyes, disguise, that's wise
Made me lose my nine-five
Got myself a four-five, i'm
Aiming, spraying
Not playing with their vertebraes
These the murder days
So many niggas must come wicked
We done heard of ways
I see one, two niggas actin' live
Three seconds pass 'fore I
Blast with my four-five
Six shots, seven cops, just to take 8Ball
Nine witnesses reported all the
Shit they recalled everlasting, blasting
Niggas running fast when buckin'
Got 'em ducking
Putting suckers in the past tense
I be the holder of the gat therefore
I shall not run
A psychic couldn't see such a
Feature for my mama's son
Nigga breath taker
The overweight trouble maker
Fake trick breaker, Tennessee earthquaker
Shaking grounds when I'm walking
Smoking fat onion i get lit
Then beat the shit out of Paul Bunyan
Fighting, Clash of the Titans on your dial
I'm gettin blitzed stickin
On medusa doggystyle word, G, you heard me
The wicked bitch served me
Now I'm playing soccer: gotta kick
Her to the curb, g
But she's not with it
Put a spell on the fat mack
I hate smacking hoes but I can't
Help but to go back i sound like a fiend
Every time is the last time
Could this be reality or all in my mind?
(UgH) Spill nines like fluid
Do it like some G's
They know me from Colombian
Streets to Portuguese
(Nigga, how you figure)
I got more scratch than fleas
I got more gats than these
High powered sour niggas
Steady slinging crack to fiends
At ease, take a look at some black G's
Scoping the president
Take over residence like black kings
Stack G's with phat keys
Rats ease on your properties popping
Me for my black cheese
I had a cracker on my scope
And my finger still itching (Bup)
Visions of killing and then
The strap start spitting, hitting
The prez, plottin payback on the devil
A rebel and a mason is what you snakes facing
(Nigga) chasing traders with my data cause
A hater should be caught
And peep game when it's being taught
Ought to picture this, a boss lyricist
Seeing niggas taking shots and them
Same niggas getting hit
Spit the gift and got fam' like Gotti (Ugh)
Hitting her like hobbies
(Hobbies) , killing everybody (Body)
Lift my head, grip the bed
And I check the time
It's all a dream I seen in my fucking mind
Two hundred eighty pounds of hay
Every damn day, I have to test a
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
Breakfast being served by a ho
That look like Jeannie
She grants my every wish and
Keeps a tight-ass bikini
Teeny-tiny as a Barbie Doll summer set
She all up in my house
But I still ain't hit that pussy yet
I gives props to my butler, 'cause he know
That I know on the down-low he's
A chiefin' muh'fucker for you
Now, as I flips through my
Calendar I spots a winner
Involved with three more freaky hoes
Wanna have dinner but, I can't do it 'cause
My schedule just too tight
I just phoned Quincy Jones said
He needs my help tonight
He wanted me to pick the
Strong from the wimps
Them players with them limps and
Make a song called, "We Are the Pimps"
I calls Ball, Ball calls the crew
We met up at the Penthouse, and Paris Round 2
Do you know the code to the fence?
If you don't, then move on
'cause you ain't got no
Home in this residence
It's evident that I'm daydreaming
High all the time
Every last line all in my mind